Ring And Bell Poem by Abdul Wahab

The ring I have
I do not wear in my finger little
To dispel neither the spell of a wicked ghost or witch
Nor to attract the soul of a damsel
The bell is not for chimes either
To ring out
To ring in
The old, the new or the clichés
In my heart that I ring for another reason
The purposes are gyrating and stiring
Inside and at the bottom
To awaken
To arouse
The giant in deep sleep
And for you all the good will in hibernation